“Not all those who wander are lost, but I usually am.”— Notes from the road less traveled.
The Hills of Alfama
My calves are burning, but the view is worth every step. Alfama is a maze of sun-bleached walls and laundry drying on lines like flags of surrender. Found a tiny cafe that serves the best Pastéis de Nata...
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previeewww The air smells of rain and burnt cedar. I've been walking for hours, chasing shadows down narrow alleys where the only light comes fdasdasdrom red paper lanterns swaying in the breeze. It feels like stepping into a memory that isn't mine.o
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It's a different planet here. The moss is so thick you want to sleep on it, and the waterfalls are so loud you can't hear yourself think. We drove for 6 hours today and didn't see a single other car.
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